Chapter 373

"One Hundred Demons?"

Wang Quan didn't quite understand.

Wangyue Lin quickly explained it to Wang Quan in a low voice.

The so-called One Hundred Demons was essentially no different from Diaspora or Bunshinsaba. It was a death-seeking game that people loved to see.

To be more specific, it was to light a hundred candles, and then everyone would take turns telling ghost stories. Each person would blow out a candle, and when all one hundred candles were extinguished, something terrifying would happen.

It was also a type of ghost summoning game.

This was the middle of the night, twelve o 'clock in the middle of the night. Why were they playing a spirit summoning game?

Was there something wrong with their brains?

This was pure 24K brain damage!

Perhaps it was also because the person saying this was Hanako Nohara.

If it was a beautiful older sister, perhaps Wang Quan wouldn't have said anything.

Hmm … now that he thought about it, he seemed to have heard of something similar before?

It shouldn't be a ghost story. He never played this type of brainless game with his friends.

'Yes, I remember now. '

He had chatted with Xu Yue and the others at work before.

They were a game company, so of course they had made mobile games before. Then, they researched other games in the industry.

There seemed to be a female demon called Aoi Senpai in a certain game.

This demon came from the Japanese legend of "Night of One Hundred Demons." She liked to play the story of one hundred demons with others.

However, the game company whitewashed the demon and made it into a beautiful female demon.

Wang Quan narrowed his eyes.

So, was Hanako Nohara Aoi Senpai or Story of One Hundred Demons?

"Story of One Hundred Demons? But Nohara-san, where are the candles? A hundred candles isn't very environmentally friendly. "

Wang Quan thought, 'Environmentally friendly is a high-sounding excuse from your beautiful father. Are you a Japanese freak who doesn't even listen to your father?'

Hanako Nohara smiled reservedly. "Nohara-san, you really know how to joke. I didn't prepare that many candles here, only fourteen, and they're all in the living room on the second floor. When everyone finishes their story, they'll go up and blow out a candle. That way, we'll only need to tell fourteen ghost stories. "

"Then when do we start?" Inoue Masao asked.

Wang Quan's eyes darted around.

He discovered that none of these people felt that there was anything wrong, nor did they question or object.

Had they entered the murderous logic?

Because they had entered the murderous logic, their cognition was affected, and they thought that it was fine for a group of people to tell ghost stories in the middle of the night.

Then how did this freak kill people?

Anyway, they would be killed if they refused.

But no one would die here.

But no one died here.

"Let's start now." Hanako Nohara took out a lottery tube out of nowhere.

There were fourteen small wooden sticks in the lottery tube. They were flat wooden sticks similar to ice cream sticks.

"Let's draw lots, and we'll tell our ghost stories according to the order we drew."

Other than Wang Quan and Mochizuki Rin, everyone else went to draw lots.

Then, Wang Quan went to draw lots.

Seeing that Wang Quan was drawing, Mochizuki Rin also drew the last one.

Wang Wang Quan. Wang Wang Wang Quan.

Just now, he felt an irresistible force controlling him to draw lots.

Chen Yang Yang Demon had Wang Tian Quan had Deep.

His heart told him that he needed to draw the lot.

Wang Quan looked at the stick he had drawn. Three was written on it.

Wang Quan looked at the number he had drawn and saw a 'three' written on it.

Wangyue Lin pulled Wang Quan and showed him her stick.

Mochizuki Rin pulled Wang Quan aside and showed him his lot.

One was written on it. Wangyue Lin pulled Wang Quan.

Wang Quan leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Tell me a random ghost story and remember to be on your guard. Remember to channel the power that I've given you."

Mochizuki Rin nodded in understanding.

Then, Hanako Nohara switched off the light and lit a white candle in the middle of the table.

Her face was illuminated by the candle. "Wangyue -chan, please start."

Wangyue Lin took a deep breath. Holding Wang Quan's hand with her left hand, she said calmly, "What I want to tell is a real story.

"My father killed my mother right in front of me."

Wang Quan was shocked. What the f * ck! You really dare to say anything!

It seemed that if he didn't kill her or bring her back, this matter would be difficult to resolve.

Sure enough, Wang Quan was not the only one who was shocked.

The others were also shocked speechless.

What was that saying again?

Even if it was true, you can't go around saying it. jpg!

After a long silence, someone suddenly asked, "And then?"

Wangyue Lin said, "That's it."

"..."

The atmosphere became even more tense.

Wangyue Lin looked at Wang Quan.

Wang Quan gave her an encouraging look. He then turned to stare at Hanako Nohara.

If she wanted to cause trouble, Wang Quan would turn into a crow and flip the table. No one would be able to eat the Shouxi pot!

However, Hanako Nohara did not say anything. She still had a gentle smile on her face and said, "Wangyue -chan, please go upstairs and blow out the candles."

Wangyue Lin glanced at Wang Quan. Seeing Wang Quan nod slightly, she was relieved.

Then, she stood up and walked to the second floor.

Two minutes later, she came down.

She was still the same.

When she sat next to Wang Quan, Wang Quan gave her an inquiring look.

Wangyue Lin's eyes were confused. When she saw Wang Quan looking at her, she shook her head.

"Say it in your heart. I can hear it. What's up there? "

Wangyue Lin's expression did not change as she answered in her heart.

"Sir, there's nothing up there. It's about an empty room of about 80 square meters. The floor is covered with tatami mats, and there are 14 lit white candles in the middle of the room. They are arranged in a step-like manner, facing the stairs. I went over to blow out one and waited for a while. When I saw that there was nothing, I came down. "

Wang Quan was speechless.

So, his guess was wrong?

In fact, the danger was not up there?

Was this freak one of the easier ones? It would be fine as long as they followed the rules.

Or would something happen only after all the candles were blown out?

If that was the case, would something happen to everyone, or would something happen to the unlucky guy who drew the last one?

He was not sure.

But it did not matter. Anyway, Wang Quan drew the "three." He would know when he went up.

As for the second one …

He looked at the middle-aged sociopath Inoue Masao who killed his wife.

Well … it did not matter to this person.

At first, Wang Quan thought that he was going to commit suicide.

In the end, he did not have the courage to commit suicide.

Then forget it. Wang Quan would not go to the police.

But as for saving him … Forget it.

If it was a beautiful girl, Wang Quan could double standards.

This guy was not even a beautiful girl. Why would he save him?

So, Wang Quan poured a glass of orange juice and began to listen to his story while drinking sukiyomi.

Under the illumination of the candles, Inoue Masao's face was gloomy.

After a few seconds of silence, he said, "The story I told is also true.

"I have a friend. He … killed his wife."

Wang Quan was stunned. "Pfft!"

When he saw everyone looking at him, he waved his hand to tell Wangyue Lin not to pat his back. Then, he said with a smile, "It's nothing. I just thought of something sad."

The middle-aged man's words reminded him of a famous painting.

The friend you are talking about, is it you.jpg?